Sweet Child of Mine

I had one of those quasi-beautiful dreams last night. I am not a dreamer. I usually sleep through. The few times which I dream. I usually forget it entirely. There are some dreams however, which I vividly remember a part of it and It usually makes an impression on me.

I don't remember how it started, I don't remember where it end. But what I remember prompted the following :

Darkness gathered around the drowning light
Flushing the world into serene twilight
He stood or sat or jumped the bat
9 moons were seen in sky jet black

Shining surreal in a world of blur
Their beams shone not on the cat that purred
He woke or slept or shot the jack
9 moons were gone in the sky jet black

Who knows the burden acquired at dawn
Who knows the loss remembered at dusk
Who knows the bridge he chose to burn
9 moons were lost and wisdom returned

A journey begins in sable night
to find the end in scamper and flight
He stopped or started or cried himself apart
He saw and hugged and knew his heart
The river Aiôn runs eternal lasting
9 moons but a reflection passing

9 moons were seen in sky jet black, Oh! Sweet Child of Mine.